Mankind, Mancruel

Born into rags
To fight for himself
Nobody around
As hes begging for help.
You start from the bottom?
He started from under.
Stricken by lightning,
Pummeled by thunder.
His mother is Earth,
Wind, water and fire,
His father is Satan
His home is the "Empire."
He feels nothing but pain
And hes ready to crack
It doesn't help that his "friends"
Stab him in the back

To live is a choice
Death is no decision,
But if the offer'd arise
He'd pick death in an instant.
He is trapped in a prison
That he'll never escape
Oh, NOW he regrets
That apple he ate.
The fruit was so sweet
But its poison was sour
This would quickly become
His darkest of hours.

To those done him wrong
Prepare for a torture
Hes in line for the throne
And soon he'll take over.
Remember his dad?
How he ruled within border,
Well a new wrath is dawning
Be ready to answer to the New World Order.